No more fucking around.
His large hands finally leave the wall and grip my waist, lifting me off my feet as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him, squeezing him with enough supernatural strength to break the ribs of a normal man.
But Akim is no normal man.
He’s an alpha, through and through, and the arrogant chuckle is now a low, menacing growl.
My wolf responds with a growl of her own.
My back hits the bed. I hadn’t been aware we’d even moved, could only think of how good he felt pressed against me, how big he was down below.
A little bit of panic starts to fill me. Am I really about to have sex with Akim, after all these years of resisting him?
Akim senses the change and pulls back immediately. I’m on my back on the bed, but he retreats to stand over me.
“Should I stop?” he asks.
My chest is heavy. My eyes run the length of him. My wolf shoves my panic aside and tells me to stop being a little bitch about this.
I sit up. I’m eye-level with his waistline. In response to his question, I lift the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it off over his head, tossing it aside.
Good gods, the man has abs for days! I’ve always known this, of course. But now they are so close to my lips. I place a kiss near his navel. Another growl echoes through his chest. I kiss him again, and look up to see his eyes burning wolf-gold, as hot and bright as duel suns.
I work free the buckle of his belt as I tilt my head back and look up at him. He holds still as stone, watching my every move. My heart is beating so fast it hums in my chest.
When I free him, I have to consciously tell myself not to gawk. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with by far.
I sit for a moment and just stare. When Akim smirks, I pull my own shirt over my head and unhook my bra…
And laugh at his expression.
He’s on me before I can draw my next breath. He takes my right nipple into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth and making me gasp. He makes quick work of my pants, and then we are utterly bare before each other.
He finds my most sensitive spot and teases it with his fingers as he continues a trail of kisses down my neck. I arch off the bed, wanting more of him, needing more of him.
“Akim…” I say, the word a gasp.
“Mmm?”
I moan because I can’t help it. Between what his mouth and fingers are doing to me, I can barely think.
“Please,” I say.
Akim raises his head and meets my gaze, eyes still glowing, body as warm as a furnace and hard as a rock. That one word is all the invitation he needs.
“I’ve waited years for that,” he says, and I think it’s mostly to himself.
I grab a hold of him, taking his full width into my hand, and guide him to me. He fills me slowly, though I can see on his handsome face that the restraint it takes to do so is incredible. I suck in a sharp breath and hold it, unable to do anything else.
He pushes forward until he’s sheathed to the hilt.
And then he just stays there, thrumming with barely concealed power, the both of us throbbing with need.
Akim places a single, soft kiss on my lips.
And then he ravages me.
I can hardly stand it. I cry out his name. Again and again and again.
The way he moves is mesmerizing, rippling muscle and unmatched strength. My legs tighten around him, my nails dig into his back. My mouth moves to his shoulder and I sink my teeth in there, just short of breaking the skin.
His responding growl is utterly wolf-like, rumbling through his broad chest. I’m building up, doing my best to keep a lid on things, knowing that I’ll soon erupt.
“Not yet, little wolf,” he tells me. “Hold on.”
He lifts me from the bed, and then my back is against the wall. We make the entire apartment shake as sounds escape me that I’m sure I’ve never before uttered.
“Please,” I say for the second time this night.
Akim laughs, abs contracting. And we are back on the bed.
This time, he settles me on top. “Ride me,” he says.
You bet your muthafuckin’ ass I do.
He’s enraptured. I see on his face that now he is the one barely holding on.
Fuck it.
We climb over that mountain together, and when we reach the peak, we do so hand-in-hand.
MotherfuckingsweatBabyJesusandcheeseonacracker.
Well, gods damn me.
I’m totally wreaked.
Akim knows it, too. He gathers me to his side, warm, strong arms going around me, a rare smile turning up his lips.
He knows as well as I there’s no turning back from here.
17
11:45 p.m.
The bell over the door dings.
Bright-ass fluorescent light spills out onto the sidewalk.
I plant my feet. “I change my mind. I don’t want any snacks.”
Akim rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother to respond telepathically as he tugs me forward into the shop. “Nonsense,” he says.
The land of junk food stretches before us.
Racist Ass Larry stands behind the counter. His scent spikes with fear as soon as he sets eyes on me.
Thanks to him turning over that security tape, everyone with a smart phone knows what I am. He fucking outed me after I’d saved his dumbass from that robber.
And then I’d made the mistake of telling Akim.
What can I say? A bitch be talking about some dumb ass shit after she gets her brains banged out.
“Grab whatever you want,” Akim tells me as he approaches the counter, his eyes locked on Larry. The stench of fear now permeates the small space.
I quickly grab some chips, cookies, and beef jerky and head over to the counter.
Where Akim stands with Larry.
I almost feel bad for the guy. He’s practically
